Going Fallow…

Unplanted, unseeded, unsown, bare, empty, seedless…
Uncreative, unproductive, barren, idle, inactive…
Driving out to the in-laws place for Christmas dinner, we
saw a lot of fallow land. Crops harvested and the land let sit until spring
plowing. I’m feeling a lot like those forgotten fields.
I wrote three books, two novellas, and a handful of shorts
for 2013. And a whole lot of blogs, not just a peck but a bushel or two,
keeping up the farm imagery. So this week, as I’m off for my holiday, I thought
I’d tidy up the year by finishing a romance that I’d started during the spring.
I’d set it and all my notes aside when the Tourist Trap mysteries were contracted
in April. 
Unfortunately, I’m being uncreative, unproductive, and
barren, at least for my word count. I’ve read my previous chapters trying to
get back into the story. I’ve pulled out my vision board for the story, placing
it next to my computer so I can see the images. Four days, 1062 words. Not my
best showing.
So, instead I’m switching gears and working on page proofs
for Guidebook
to Murder, Book 1 of the Tourist Trap Mysteries.
I moved my books to a
new place. I’ve kind of cleaned my desk. And, to prove I’m utterly blocked, I’ve
not only kept up my exercise plan, I set up a budget for 2014.
Instead of fighting the lack of progress, I’m taking the
time to recharge by reading, watching movies, and spending time with my loved
one. I’ll try for words again tomorrow. Today, I have a book calling my name.
What are you doing this long winter’s night?
Lynn